Aemae. (Helen, Ayel, Nero, Vulcan Healer)
The room was quiet, filled with a lazy sort of trepidation, a silent light. Everything was still and the medicine made it seem heavy. Helen was coming, coming with the healer. Thaessu who wanted into his mind, wanted through his skull.
Ayel had been inclined, had silently bade him agree, and he had. They kept putting pills, sprays, and words into his head. They jangled about and shook his bones, burned against his eyes. Ultimately, they did nothing. He saw her in his sleep and felt the hollowness in his spine.
It was desperation, mostly, that encouraged his agreement. Quiet and angry desperation and had him watching the door.
Ayel had been inclined, had silently bade him agree, and he had. They kept putting pills, sprays, and words into his head. They jangled about and shook his bones, burned against his eyes. Ultimately, they did nothing. He saw her in his sleep and felt the hollowness in his spine.
It was desperation, mostly, that encouraged his agreement. Quiet and angry desperation and had him watching the door.